Chapter 1 The End Has Come and Has Gone
An 18 yr old boy, well more of a man than many men combined, stood over the dead bodies of those he had considered family, lying in an eternal sleep on the floors of the Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Among the dead were all Fourth through Seventh Year Gryffindors, except for Harry James Potter, the Boy Who Lived, who was shedding tears in regret and sorrow as he made sure the forms of Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger, his two best friends, held the other's hand even in death, like he had seen Nymphadora Tonks and Remus John Lupin do even in death.
The wails of sorrow and despair that affected him the most were coming from Bill Weasley and Arthur Weasley, as the rest of the Weasley House had died valiantly in battle against Voldemort and his Death Eaters. Harry would never forget how the Twins had humiliated the Death Eaters were there famous pranks, and the victorious grins they had on their faces even when they dueled Voldemort by themselves, and had died for their prank, which had consisted of thousands of fireworks cursed to chase any and all Death Eaters and explode upon contact, leading to the death of over two hundred Death Eaters.
Those unlucky bastards had been swarmed by the Death Eater tracking fireworks, and their pathetic lives were lost by the overwhelming firework forces. Ron and Hermione had gone down defending some stray Third Years and below from multiple Houses from the onslaught of merciless Death Eaters. Ron had killed the Carrow Twins and Pansy Parkinson, the dumb bitch had taunted Ron by saying she would spare Ginny and Hermione so they could be of use to the male followers of Voldemort after she killed him and his family.
Harry had seen Ron send an overpowered Blasting Curse at Parkinson, who exploded into bits and bloody pieces. This action however had led to Mr. and Mrs. Parkinson joining the fray, only wanting to avenge their only daughter's death, which ended in House Parkinson and Ronald Weasley dying.
At the time, Harry had been busy tracking down the stupid snake of Voldemort's, and had only been able to see it all happen due to the snake being in that general area, escaping its imminent death.
The other Weasleys had died fighting multiple Death Eaters at a time, and Harry could still feel the unrestrained rage he had felt when he saw Fleur Weasley nee Delacour get captured and the rage Bill had bestowed, equal to only Harry's, and Harry had come across a new found source of energy and magic.
This burst in his energy and magic led to him beheading the snake almost immediately before he joined Bill in their merciless assault on Fleur's captors. They however were too late, as one Death Eater Apparated away with Fleur held down by his or her arms.
Thinking over all the deaths that had occurred by those protecting him and fighting for a better future with him as their source of hope, Harry stood up straight and tall, and gripping his phoenix wand tightly in his right hand, Harry looked out towards the incoming forces of Voldemort and his remaining followers from the bridge connecting Hogwarts and the untamed nature surrounding the majestic castle. Seventy at least.
His body moved on its own, and even when everyone noticed where he was going and their pleas for him to not hand himself over, his body kept on going on auto drive. Harry walked towards Voldemort, wand in hand, as old Snake Face glared murderously at him. That's when all Hell broke loose. From behind them, an overwhelmingly large army charged at Voldemort and his forces, and Harry laughed as simple people, not even war veterans, just the common folk, finally decided to fight back. He heard the thundering of hooves, and saw that even the centaurs had joined the fight. Soon enough, only Voldemort and two Death Eaters remained, and when Voldemort saw Harry, he shouted "Avada Kedavra!"
Harry just snorted, dodged, and fired of dozens of curses, jinxes, hexes, and spells at the trio wordlessly again, and watched as Bellatrix and Narcissa were used as human shields by Voldemort so he could escape the deadly magic coming from Harry. Harry's vision became red and blurred with rage as he saw two women he used to hate, but had come to learn they were never themselves since they were forced into marriage contracts by the deceased Lord Orion Black, were sacrificed by the very man they were forced to follow and the same man.. No monster… Who claimed to be superior but he had wasted two lives to escape justice and death.
With his rage now beyond control, Harry began to fire deadly curses that would make Voldemort feel true pain before he died, as he dashed at the madman, but Voldemort had deflected them all narrowly, so Harry thought for two seconds at best 'This must end. No. It will end. TODAY!"
Harry tackled Voldemort over the bridge, and narrowly pocketed his wand before he began to pummel Voldemort with hate fueled punches as they fell through the air, making it impossible for Voldemort to Apparate in an attempt to escape as any and all focus he would need was broken as he was being beaten barbarically by Harry Potter.
As Harry was about to finish off Voldemort with a quick snap of his neck, when he felt an immense pain in his stomach, where he saw Voldemort had conjured or summoned a Basilisk Fang and stabbed him with it. Harry grimaced in pain and coughed up blood, but before he could go back to snapping his enemy's neck, they hit the ravine or valley floor.
Harry used Voldemort as a cushion from the fall, but it had been too high of a fall for the cushioning effect to be remotely helpful, so Harry now lay on the ground, his legs broken and twisted at awkward angles. But as his consciousness was leaving him, he faintly felt the dying breath of Fleur leave her body, wherever she was.
"F-Fucking S-shit. Well, I g-guess I w-w-will s-see y-y-y-you soon, F-F-Fleur" Harry spluttered through the blood flowing out of his mouth. Suddenly, Harry noticed the forms of Bill and Arthur coming down to him on what appeared to be a Nimbus 2005 broomstick, and with the remainder of his magic, wandlessly conjured his Final Will and Testament of himself, Harry James Potter, and poured the remainder of his magic into it, which would hopefully produce a Patronus of himself to state the contents of his Will and finalize them. Finally feeling his life end, Harry smiled a peaceful smile and darkness overcame him though his eyes never did close.
A minute had passed when Bill and Arthur made it to Harry's side, but Arthur dropped to his knees in anguish, as they saw the lifeless emerald green eyes of Harry James Potter, and Arthur cried at the loss of whom he considered his son in all but blood, while Bill cried at losing whom he considered a brother.
Hours passed by, and Arthur and Bill were each given a half million Galleons by Harry, and Harry's godson, Teddy Lupin, was blood adopted by Harry and named the sole Heir of the Most Ancient and Noble Houses Potter and Black after Gringotts and the Ministry were witness to the Final Will and Testament of Harry James Potter, which the Goblin Nations confirmed held the last of Harry Potter's magic inside it, enough to even conjure a Patronus of himself.
During all of this, Harry had floated up to the Heavens above, and was met by his parents and a man Harry recognized was Merlin himself! His mouth just went slack jawed, while his parents chuckled at their son's response at seeing Merlin himself.
"Not the welcome I was expecting from you, Mr. Potter, but understandable enough. Now do not interrupt me, your parents have done enough of that already when I discussed with them about what I am about to tell you" Merlin stated sternly. Harry nodded and listened quietly.
"You see, you have managed to defy Fate and have forged a different path from the one you were meant to walk. You were supposed to live to a ripe old age of 544 yrs old, but you were kept in the dark about many things, and this act alone rewrote your destiny.
Bloody Albus Dumbledore should've known better than to mold you into a simple pawn on his chess board, trying to play the role of God. Good job by the way, you surprised many souls of those who died due to the manipulations of Bloody Albus, being able to trick the old fool is a feat all by itself. Well, he has been sentenced to Hell in this timeline, but with your Fate being rewritten, you have two choices, Mr. Potter.
First, you pass on to the afterlife and stay with your family and friends for eternity, never knowing what could've been, or second, you can go back to the same day you left your Aunt and Uncle's house for the Quidditch World Cup, remembering everything that is to happen, and potentially save thousands of innocent lives and even find love with your Soul-Bond Mate" Stated Merlin, who Harry just now noticed wore pure white wizard robes and had a long white beard that went down to his stomach.
Harry knew the option he would choose even as it was being spoken, and with a determined look, said to Merlin himself "I want to go back and make sure the wrongs are corrected and that many will be able to live their lives in peace"
Merlin nodded, and suddenly Harry appeared in what looked like waiting room with one white sofa, black and red tiled flooring, and one spruce wood door with a silver doorknob. He sat down on the sofa, and instantly sensed the presence of the one he had secretly loved but had never told anyone his feelings, fearing rejection and or scorn for who had won his heart and love.
"'arry, eet is a pleasure to zee you again. I'm sorry zat you died" Said suddenly the forever beautiful Fleur Delacour in her still broken but improving English, wearing a white blouse that showed off her D Cup breasts perfectly, while her skin tight black yoga pants showed the outlining of her thong and perfect ass, as she leaned her head on Harry's shoulder in serene comfort and sadness.
"Do you love me, 'Arry?" asked Fleur suddenly, surprising Harry at the honest hope in her voice
'Odd, I thought she loved Bill' thought Harry
"Oui, I love you and Billie" said Fleur
'Can she read-' thought Harry
"In this place, I can 'ear your thoughts, 'Arry" said Fleur, and Harry nodded dumbly
Harry just looked at her, ignoring the effects of her Allure, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Harry rubbed his hand up against her face, and lean in towards her ear and whispered "I have loved you for you and not the Veela side of you since I got to know you during that bloody tournament and afterwards"
Fleur looked shocked at this declaration, as she had always thought he liked Ginny or Hermione, but went back to resting her head on his shoulder.
"I wanted to ask you this for a while now. Why did you tolerate two as your friends?" said Fleur in perfect English
"Your English is getting better" said Harry, and they
"My English has always been very good, I just couldn't allow Britain to know that I was a smart, blonde, French witch" said Fleur
Harry said "Well, to answer your question, I kept them as friends because they were my first friends, and just so you know, I have and always will be the smartest wizard of my year, I just held myself back so I wouldn't lose my friendship with Ron Weasley and so my other friendship, the one I had with Hermione Granger, wouldn't become strained as she strived to be the best of our year no matter what.
Also, I feigned ignorance for years with Professor Dumbledore; I always knew he had ulterior motives that concerned me. I was never able to excel since I knew that would make the old coot suspicious and it was easier to just lay as low as possible" Harry finished his explanation of fooling Albus Dumbledore for years with a low growl of anger.
Harry soon told Fleur of his entire life, from all that he knew and remembered of his first year of life until the moment he died, taking Voldemort down with him. During all of this, Fleur had began to emit a dangerous amount of raw magic in her fury at how Harry had been treated and scorned for things he couldn't control by the Dursleys, Hogwarts, and the Wizarding World.
Wanting to calm her down, Harry stroked her silvery blonde hair lovingly, and Fleur soon calmed down. She laid her head back down on Harry, though now it was on his chest, and for who knows how long they stayed just like that.
Soon they fell asleep, and while they slept. They faded away.